8 July 2026 (high noon)
Kristen Lindquist
high noon
crossbills chipping
in the sprucetops
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Filtering by Tag: birdsong
high noon
crossbills chipping
in the sprucetops
morning fog
in my mind I’m going to
Carolina wren song
the wren singing every minute longest day
forest gloaming . . .
a host of white moths
rises on thrushsong
under a sky full of stars
the night bird’s
incessant cries
rain or poplars . . .
suddenly in the dark
birdsong
flaring sunset —
from the marsh a sora’s calls
grow louder
island sunset
gulls’ cries mingling
with the shouts of children
a parula singing
in the rhubarb patch . . .
June begins
redstart’s song
from a beachside spruce
the perfect heart rock
all morning
a grosbeak’s song loud and clear
apple blossoms